All interesting theories and ideas, all coming from people who have apparently come from a dozen different worlds. If he weren't trapped here with them he'd find it an utterly fascinating case study. However, Alacruun's interest seems piqued by the dragon. For a moment, it's all that he's looking at, eyes glinting with a hidden sort of interest. Then he shakes himself and tries to focus on the present. There will be time for that later.

"More than that, fire would keep us from freezing to death. As for the portal and these... things in our hands, I still think they're a side-effect of whatever brought us here. Some artifact or remnant of the magic that pulled us between worlds..."

There's a pause and, almost as if he can't help himself, he spouts a greeting at Aro and his dragon in a sibilant, hissing language. Draconic.